Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: It's a pretty obscure number. You've probably never heard of it.
(That joke comes courtesy of Chloe, who must've gone unmentioned on this little blog for a number of years until just now.)
Coming up on two months in San Diego. It's been eventful, yet not busy. Four days a week of relatively easy classes have left me bored and have left my classmates with enough time to go clubbing three nights a week. I'm a little burned out and ready for real-deal school to start. Something like two and a half weeks until then.
Everyone who's already been in the program says "enjoy this time while you have it," but it's hard to enjoy idle time when that's all you've had for the last year - two, if you count how slow life moved for me in Japan.
As promised, the Prep program helped me establish some social networks, but it feels like those kind of temporary college orientation cliques you make that fly out the window the day classes start. And with only two-thirds of our class in place now, there's certainly room for a shake-up once next week's actual orientations begin.
In fact, there's a lot that feels like starting college here. I'm experiencing that lack of comfort and familiarity that comes with a new place, and this time I can't chalk it up to culture shock.
I miss the sensation of knowing where everything was, and not just in a navigational sense. My relaxation with my hometown gaming buddies was at the Starbucks by UTA, my fun nights on the town were at the Japanese bar in downtown Dallas. My diet was controlled - whatever take-out Mom was in the mood for that night - and the drinks were free so long as they were taken with Mom in the courtyard. It was totally the easy life.
I don't have much of that stuff in SD yet. It'll come with time - but I'm ready as all hell to get that ball rolling. Can we stop the orientation nonsense yet?